Frankeyeearomustdie - Xoxo

welcome back online school, where my friend and i spend our day comparing the lyrics to house of wolves to the plot of lord of the flies

i don’t even have a sense of humor anymore all i know is make abstract text posts about my chemical romance

good evening i’m bawling at this ! i always interpreted it as like ...’ if all they want is to kill the idol, to kill the mask, let them. die with the mask on. let them get what they think they want, because being a killjoy has nothing to do with the mask you wear, it’s the spirit of revolution that lives on well past your final breath.’

ok i said i was gonna say a thing so here’s me saying it even tho i’ll probably say it all wrong BUT ANYWAY

The interpretation of Traffic Report is all in the inflection. The saying “Die with your mask on if you’ve got to” in fact implies that the killjoy way, the norm if you will, is to die WITHOUT your mask on. Which only makes sense.

If you know you’re on a halohead mission, you take that thing off. You have nothing left to hide, nothing left to lose. You show your true face, one last act of defiance before you go down in laserfire and glory.

In Traffic Report, Dr D isn’t saying you better die with your mask on. He’s saying if death comes too quick for you to get your mask off, it’s okay.

“Die with your mask on — if you’ve got to.”

That’s why the four weren’t wearing their masks on the Sing mission. They already knew it was their last.

honey this mirror is big enough for the two of us get over here

bold of you to assume i have the faintest idea what i’m talking about. all i know is i’ve mentioned gerard way eight (8) times so far and the conversation hasn’t gotten anywhere

I hate that im doing this, because I know I shouldn’t be because who the fuck really cares.

But ive been in a really really bad place and honestly I just dont wanna be here anymore 

so here is my 1 reblog one day alive thing

Im sorry

*screams aggressively into your mic* that’s romance broski

seeing your own post on another website is an out of body experience.

it’s like: would you like to see your 3am thoughts about four lads from new jersey at 2pm on instagram?

yes i /can/ stake your heart- but do you want me to?

ok

u sure ur not a robot ‘anthonyisaperson’